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	<title>View from the Prairie Box</title>
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		<title>Girls&#8217; Weekend</title>
		<description>Something very funny was just said.



I'm pretty sure this next shot is crooked because I was laughing.



When you put five old friends (and a baby!) in one room, there's lots of laughter. Want to see the baby?



Look at this kid. Isn't she beautiful? I can see where she gets the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/09/06/girls-weekend/</link>
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		<title>Political Discord and Contempt</title>
		<description>I read political commentary on blogs and news sites last night before bed. Not a good idea. Perhaps these bloggers were more deranged than others (the medium allows you to be a wallflower in real life but completely outspoken online, so I imagine it brings out the crazy in otherwise ...</description>
		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/09/05/political-discord-and-contempt/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Back</title>
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I just returned from a fabulous weekend at the lake with the Horn Creek girls. Our last morning at the cabin Autumn commented, "Who knew resting could be so tiring?" and I fully agree. Between time with the girls and the great discussions with Joie on our roadtrip to Minneapolis ...</description>
		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/09/03/im-back/</link>
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		<title>The Best Chocolate Chip Cookies EVER</title>
		<description>If you're patient and can wade through the following photos, then you'll be rewarded with my Aunt Ruthie's chocolate chip cookie recipe. She recorded it for me on an old grocery list and the title read exactly as it's listed above. I've made the cookies so many times in the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/08/26/the-best-chocolate-chip-cookies-ever/</link>
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		<title>Ing: The Daily Tredway</title>
		<description>Buying groceries.
Watching Bambi.
Creating websites.
Attending preschool.
Feeling nostalgic.
Ignoring dust bunnies.
Preparing community dinner.
Getting hair cut.
Creating church bulletin.
Wanting a nap.
Getting to clean house.
Enjoying cool breezes.
Installing new carseat.
Loving each other.


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		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/08/26/ing-the-daily-tredway/</link>
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		<title>Zoo Delights</title>
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		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/08/25/zoo-delights/</link>
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		<title>(Mis)Adventures of the Tredway Clan</title>
		<description>Death has visited the Prairie Box this week. (Hang in there with me, I'm being dramatic.) First off was a mama squirrel out front. Ew. Boy, am I glad that my husband took care of the carcass--dead critters totally gross me out after one incident with maggots. Ew again [shudder]. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/08/22/misadventures-of-the-tredway-clan/</link>
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		<title>First Day</title>
		<description>I've been excited all day long thinking about kids starting their very first days of school today. There's Jesse with his new short haircut, and Dawson and Ava and Cadence (far away in Ohio, so I don't know when her first day really is). In another year I'll be the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/08/20/first-day/</link>
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		<title>Alfresco</title>
		<description>

When one leaves a dirty training toilet on one's back porch, then one should not be surprised when it gets used.

In the broad daylight.

By a particular four year old.

Who then said, "I just teasing, Mom."

Clearly, someone needs to put that potty away. </description>
		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/08/18/alfresco/</link>
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		<title>prairie song</title>
		<description>
in the evening and over the land that looks like a sea
she sings her sweet familiar song to me
she's always singing, if you listen carefully
you can hear her sing

she calls me home
she calls me here
i call her home
this is her song, her prairie song

miles of fresh plowed soil holds hope ...</description>
		<link>http://www.tredways.org/2008/08/17/prairie-song/</link>
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